The App Opens

David doesn't pocket the phone after the call; he turns it over in his hand, thumb swiping once. Willow watches the screen light up with a simple slider, and then the plug inside her hums to life, a low vibration that makes her gasp. He doesn't touch her, just watches her face as he slides the intensity up one notch, then another, until her thighs press together. 'This is how I'll remind you,' he says, 'even when I'm not in the room.' He leaves the vibration on, low and constant, as he sets the phone on the nightstand and crooks a finger at her.